When wings are torn from a beloved angels back.

thunder crys, lightning shrieks ,and heaven is stained the color red.

Such a lustful color that angels drink from it like fine wine.

savoring the flavor of each own desires with their bloody lips.

What a divine heaven we wish to go to.

It is told that angels walk among us to watch the sins of men.

A snicker of disgust of how tainted our utopia has become.

Thy Angels wish to drink upon the innocents of the world and spit the rest unto Hell.

However without our lust,agony,murderous intent, and insanity where would be the fun to watch mankind crumble .

Sitting from afar in their beloved kingdom.

This lies the twisted truth.

The End